the weeping tree / 16.12.18
have you heard
of the weeping tree?
it's where dreams go to die.
it's where my happiness
went when it meant to
leave me.
we all visit
the weeping tree.
for you. you go to unburden
yourself from friends.
because you don't want their
lives to be in your hands.
she goes
to the weeping tree.
to cry when mother left her.
to cry when she discovers
there's nothing left here.
and her father goes
to the weeping tree.
only to see skies of ash.
he goes only to find that
he kissed her ass
one too many times
and that's why they didn't last.
we all visit
the weeping tree.
in life we find
the weeping tree
only to fit and complain.
but in death we become
the weeping tree.
growing roots where we
used to be.
you are all
the weeping tree.
come, cry in sorrow.
just like him, her, and little
old weeping me.
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We Came From The Dark Ages
PoetryA book of poems written by me. Please note, I'm an amateur and am constantly editing my pieces. This is here to get my work out for others to read. If you have any suggestions for poets to check out, please feel free to let me know :)
